Sisyphus?

Sometimes with certain tasks, I feel just like Sisyphus.  Especially lately.  Specifically with weeds.

Now, I'm not super conscientious about weeds.  I try to keep them at bay as best I can.  My yards and garden aren't super manicured, living in an urban forest and all.  But the areas I've been working on lately are rather...challenging.  Have you ever weeded gravel?  After leaf litter and dirt have gotten in the mix?  My driveway is around 40 feet long (maybe longer?).  That's a lot of gravel.  So I decided to just do the line where the driveway meets the stones that edge it.  Ooof...three or four hours later, it's still not done.  Avery was hungry (she's such a good dog keeping me company out there as she does...even if she's bored) and I was beat.  

All that to say, the picture of the weeded line probably doesn't look like much...to anyone but me.  I doubt that anyone walking down the street will notice the difference.  Ultimately, I'm doing this for myself.  It's part of the relationship I have with my property and the outdoors.  Despite being tired and kind of sore, it's terribly satisfying.  And yes, like the boulder rolling down on Sisyphus as soon as he gets to the top of the hill, the weeds will be back.  But I'm okay with that.

 

 

 

this big old oak always keeps me company in the garden...